[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

"By Oswald, under the radiance of the gods, all dark rats are inescapable."

"Let us send the traitor back to hell."

……

Half a month later, the sky was fine.Chemiye was merciful and gave the sun to believers.

And so the compound of the Kombiline family caught fire.

The believers in the sacred capital did not notice this at first—in their view, the four veins are invincible due to the existence of the oracles, and the courtyards representing nobles on each side should be as stubborn as battle castles.Even if the bravest wild people break through the border defense line, they will not be able to capture any brick in the holy capital.

Their trust in the nobles almost surpassed their devotion to the god of Chemiye, and they did not realize that this was stupidity.So——when a wisp of very thin and light blue smoke accompanied by a small beating fire appeared in the courtyard of Gongbi Li, the heavy residents thought that the too leisurely nobles were playing some tricks.They put down their work and looked forward to it, but the majestic guards in the past did not show up.As a result, more and more believers gathered to watch this "performance".

As the smoke gradually thickened, the flames became hotter and hotter, but the mansion was still as silent as death, without a single sound.Some people found out that something was wrong, they fled hesitantly, and then the heavy guards rode horses and wore black armor, cutting into the crowded crowd like blades.

In the courtyard of Gongbilene, there was a very thin howl.

That was the insinuation of Demonic Beast.

In the depths of the courtyard invisible to the public, the blond girl lowered her head slightly.The blazing flame reluctantly left her soft and white skin, kissed, and ignited everything around her, including the air.

Gertro clenched his fists tightly, and he saw the girl tilt her head, revealing a pair of red pupils, and smiled gently at him.

"Dear Gertrude, my dear Gertrude." Chunka murmured, "How many girls have you sent into the mouth of the devil?"

The Trial Mountain Range is no better than the territory of the Holy City. When there are no believers to disturb him, he is always peaceful and silent.This kind of tranquility follows the boundless green tree shadows all the way, it climbs over several mountain peaks, passes through several streams, and finally converges into the huge lake—and then is blocked by the barrier.

The Giant Spirit Lake is not peaceful, and the just-opened palace—or the cage—is busy enriching itself.The magic circle that has not been opened has not been run-in with this place and people, it is as rough as an embryo.But it is still beautiful, the ground stone wall made of white jade will reveal a comfortable temperature at any time, and block the disliked atmosphere of the palace owner as much as possible.

Si Kassler was enjoying her rare afternoon.

She flipped through the pages of the ancient book in her hand, and looked back at the palace with a fluke of interest—after the gentle water pattern left her field of vision, the hardworking guard covered his mouth with a black sleeve, looking clean and tidy. fell into the grass.

The saint took a sip of the wine and looked up again.Without the appalling patrollers, the giant lake is finally showing its charm.Silasler was fascinated by it, she swayed slightly, recalling the last time she saw such sunshine——

She was still with the "Linders" then.

The name abruptly lengthened her thoughts, and then she rubbed them a little bit until the act of going back too deeply brought pain to her brain.Linde, Linde, she chanted this name in her heart, and she was depressed for a moment, then regained her sense of satisfaction.

She's sorry for them, Sicastler thought: so what?

At this moment, Lin De, whom she repeatedly missed, had sneaked into the country.He obtained the key in the last mountain trial, and that small stone successfully brought the attacker into the battlefield.But—Linde stabilized the white mask unique to Oswald's Nether, holding the Anjaka blade in one hand.The non-reflective blade was dyed an ambiguous red color by the blood, and easily cut the throats of the guards passing by behind the tree.

The scorching divine power seared and bonded the wound, but no trace of blood spewed out.Linde glanced around coldly, and quickly tapped the dead body—making it obediently fall back into the hidden jungle.

The side door of the main hall was not far away. Lin De looked around cautiously. When there was no one there, he walked lightly across the mud and sand, unscrewed the smooth and warm doorknob, and walked in silently.

——But: the prey didn't notice the approach of the hunting knife, and they still indulged in Anping until they became corpses.

……

The tranquility of the palace was not broken until Linde was about to invade the side hall.Belatedly, the guards panicked at the smell of blood surrounding them, and the man—a young man in a black robe with a familiar pattern, lowered his head slightly, his long hair half-hiding his masked face.

He had some injuries, but nothing serious.He was a little tired, but the pace was normal.He was a little irritable, but still calm.He didn't run away, and he didn't taunt, the white covering his entire face hid his expression, but those dark and peaceful eyes showed his indifference.

Linde received a shallow knife on his left arm, and only had time to cut the cloth, but the golden flame burned along the knife edge, and when it extinguished, the black robe was intact and smooth.He took steps, each step slow and firm, and never stagnating.

During the melee, someone shouted, "It's Oswald's breath of divine power—"

But these words were just a small wave among Qie Miye and the others, which soon disappeared.On the contrary, the young Oswald who walked all the way from the dragon's nest to here in a daze quickly recognized who Linde was.The Inquisitor belonged to Oswald, but he had "betrayed".Some people fled, some people stood firm, but Linde moved forward resolutely until he entered the side hall.

The side halls are probably used to gather guard servants, they are very spacious, and the decoration is relatively simple.The walls made of six-year-old white jade are smooth, like six facing mirrors, and Linde is trapped here.

The young man on trial finally stopped his steps—"Master Mingzi." He heard someone sigh softly like this, with a string of small laughter, "Are you here to die?"

Lin De didn't speak, and suddenly turned his upper body slightly, his cold eyes under the mask caught a flying knife passing by.Fiery light adorns the tail of the blade, which is a scene of divine power burning, causing the flying blade to draw a bright line of fire in the air.

"Longwei." He said, sighing slightly.

At some point, there were six more people in the side hall. They wore uniform armor and held weapons to surround Linde in the center.The light in the hall was dim, and half of the faces of the six people were swallowed by the darkness. Only the woman whose back was facing the main hall gate was embraced by the bright sunlight behind her, and against the light, only the outline could be seen clearly.

The surroundings became quiet, as if the soft servants like tofu and the brittle guards like dead branches had evaporated, leaving this battlefield so that the flames of war could burn even more vigorously.

Linde didn't reply, he paused, and then continued to walk forward.Two dragon guards approached from behind him, whispering to build a cage made of golden light spots, but the judge's body was as flexible as a snake at that moment, he bowed slightly, and nimbly penetrated the line of light spots to outside.Someone approached with a short knife, trying to cut Linde's throat or chest with the blade.But his hands weren't fast enough, and his knife wasn't sharp enough.The Anjaka scepter was held by Lin De in the palm of his hand, like a painter's flying pen, he drew it out peacefully——

With a slight "poof", the black robe was stained with blood, Linde drew out the knife, and let the opponent fall stiffly to the ground.

No.1.

The unstoppable burst of divine power burned Linde's left arm, but this masochistic immobility allowed the young man to avoid a throwing knife.This time, the flames of restoration did not rise from the broken fabric—he had no time for it.

Linde turned around suddenly, tiptoed forward two steps briskly, and then bowed and leaped into the air!The dense flying blade group around him made him nowhere to dodge - in fact, he didn't intend to dodge either.He approached the place where the Lord of Flying Knives was standing, and the special jumping posture made the injury not serious. Except for a flying knife that got stuck in his right leg, the rest just grazed his body and cut a line that was not deep and not shallow. the wound.When he landed, Linde had already fed the heavy blade into the panicked man's arm, and he asked softly, "Are you asking me if I'm here to die?"

After a pause, he said, "I am the one who sent you to hell."

After saying this, he actually smiled.

The golden flames lit up his black pupils in an instant, and those sacred fires ignited from Linde's heart, and burned crazily on his skin surface through his flesh and bones.The dragon guards seemed to hear a haughty dragon chant, and the besieged young man gently slit the throat of their companion, the sprayed blood was scorched by the golden flame, and so was his bone.In the blink of an eye, the body of the throwing knife holder turned into a piece of completely burned ashes.

second person.

Lin De turned around, patted the robe on his body, and casually said to the leader Longwei: "Betrayers, your oracle has arrived."

The young man who didn't know whether it was Oswald or Linde lowered his head slightly, and the light outside the house dimmed as if summoned.In the hazy gray, his black robe was clean and complete, and the exquisite colored lines twisted at that moment. It was hard to tell whether it was an illusion or the hell flower was really growing—until those lines completely wrapped the young man's body, Only then did he begin to chant in a low voice: "The karmic fire of the world, the arrival of your blade is my sincere invitation—"

"Whether it's money, whether it's a knife. Whether it's a king's power, whether it's a pope's staff—"

"When you arrive, I'm only partial to you."

The turbulent golden light escaped from Linde's body, and they quickly ignited the air, swaying and roaring, scrambling to bite everything around.They are Oswald's favorite people at this moment, and the hand of the gods gently caresses the tops of their heads—burning, burning again, invincible.